TRAPPED LOVE 2 HEIRS
A familiar quarrel

In a village far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the city, some children were playing with jokes and crisp laughter. Boys and girls play hide and seek, some play jump rope, some play police and criminals.

Under the shady trees that stand and line solid, dry land that has been flush with water so as not to dust, making everything look fresh.

Several rays of sunlight burst in and felt warm from the cracks of the leaves. The air in the countryside is still natural and cool, unspoiled by pollution as in the City.

Nindya Ayu Sukmawati, aged 22, sits alone on a tiled mistar next to a simple old-fashioned house made of wood. Occasionally a light smile expands and paints the beauty of her face.

Nindya has a beautiful face, with yellow skin and has hair limited to her shoulders. However, she prefers to tie her hair.

Smooth neck and level look beautiful, when Nindya tie hair dangling up the style of a ponytail.

Nindya is one of the most beautiful girls in her village, precisely Suka Gendang Village. The name Like Gendang is taken from the ancestors who used to be the village of the people always play drums until finally it is the name of Like Gendang.

Nindya observes children who are playing and look happy, reminding her when she was a child, although her childhood was not too happy but not as heavy as she went through when she became an adult.

"Nindya, you're alone here, are you on a work holiday? " Said a middle-aged woman who was looking for her child.

"Yes it just so happens that the factory has finished exporting." Nindya said kindly.

"Ohh.. So, usually the red date or Sunday you keep working." Said Nindya's neighbor with a smile.

Nindya is indeed quite a star in her village, because of the friendliness of modesty and of course because of her beautiful face.

"Dodit let's go home first, if the play remembers the time now it's noon, eat first, pray dzuhur just took a nap!" Shouted Budhe Sri.

"Yes maak..." Shouted Doditdan running towards his rampage.

Nindya saw how Mother and child who joined hands, love each other and the mother always pay attention to her child, making Nindya's heart want to return to childhood. Although his childhood was not very beautiful, but not as heavy as he lived now.

"Hmmm..." Nindya let out a long breath.

The girl then stood up to go home, with a slight feeling of relief in her heart from having been relaxing for long enough and smiling at the sight of the children playing. Now his heart is light enough.

But when Nindya reached her yard.

"CUSTOMER!”

“PYARRR!!"

The girl's footsteps stopped. It was no stranger to Nindya hearing something breaking from inside her house.

Nindya was not surprised at all, she had already memorized the circumstances and conditions in the house she lived in for 19 years, a very deep feeling of sadness re-emerged on her face, his tired heart sank deeper into the dark hole.

Slowly Nindya stepped her feet to enter while gripping the doorknob with her hand that had a plump fingers.

His mother and father were cursing at each other. Some furniture has been slammed, and broken plates have been scattered, other items have been splattered.

many times the girl heard harsh words and screams and mockings, or saw the scene still her body was still trembling, and quickly Nindya felt shivering in fear.

The old men ignored the arrival of Nindya who walked past them, the girl chose to silence her mouth and went into the room.

After Nindya locked the door, then she turned on the radio, searched the music channel, and played the volume hard enough, the girl grabbed the blanket and covered her body and ears.

Vaguely Nindya still heard the cries and mockery of the old man who seemed to hate each other. Especially her mother who if angry and emotional always screams hysterically and cries roaring. Not infrequently his mother is also the one who often slams things and claws.

Nindya felt very embarrassed when her parents always fought and shouted at each other, especially not infrequently the neighbors always stared cynically at her.

A few hours have passed, now only the sound of his mother crying sobbing in the kitchen room. There is no commotion and meaning, the sign is that one of the parties must have chosen to leave.

Nindya then turned off her butut radio which some side of her was covered with duct tape, she got up and opened the door, the girl walked out of the room and towards the bathroom wanted to clean herself, she said, but he came first to his mother.

As a child who wants to be filial, Nindya must not have the heart, as even though both parents always torment her mind still they are people who have had a big role in her life.

Every time her parents quarrel, her mother always wants Nindya to listen and

watching them, either Nindya did not understand for what.

Even often when Nindya was still in school in the Kindergarten, she was forced to see how her mother and father quarreled. Had to see if not her mother would be angry at Nindya.

"Mom..." Nindya said softly while sitting on the floor made of black tiles.

"It's money for Mom." Nindya.

But her mother was still silent, clutching her hair that was more dominated by white, still crying and sobbing.

Nindya then wakes up choosing to go to clean herself up. Unseen his father's nose. Maybe as usual. His father chose to go to calm himself in the river or in another place that was quite quiet.

Nindya knows, every time they fight is nothing but not necessarily just a matter of money, their accounts payable is too much so that all they do since Nindya was a child is just work and work.

After Nindya finished cleaning herself, Nindya dressed casually, long jeans and a short t-shirt with her flagship jacket.

The girl was riding her motorcycle, going nowhere because her mind was upset. It was when he was a child when his mother and father quarreled that Nindya could not go anywhere and all day was tormented in gripping fear because her mother insisted that Nindya should see her.

Now that Nindya has grown up and become the backbone of the family, there is nothing else to manage her, now the girl prefers to go and find peace.

It did not feel like the motor had gone so far and was just circling, but then his memory was thought of somewhere and as if there was another energy made the girl suddenly start to get excited, he said, he turned his motor gas a little deeper to make the motor go faster.

Finally he arrived at a cafe near the rice fields.

~connect~